fetish for broken things

i don't like this one, feddeler. i was with you all the way up to the slapping around part.

it is well written, of course. as always. just don't like the subject matter. :)

though, i love 'patchwork girl.'

I get this ...
hardcore and then some

I was just telling someone about kintsukuroi. The object is repaired with gold or silver and its value and beauty increased. It's a beautiful process. This is a Bukowski honest and very well written; however, as much as I liked him, he was an ass not for his bar fly relationship with whores or being a drunk, but for striking any woman.

I know this is probably creative projection or fiction, a deliverance different from the expected.

Well written story but unpleasant. Good poetry need not be subject beautiful.

reminds me a little of lana del rey's ultraviolence... different from you but exquisitely delivered as always, Mister Feddeler

JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*

This is incroyable.

What a gritty vignette, slice of bitter, brutal life, unexpurgated, adorned just enough to become searingly unadorned.

I bow to the might of your pen, luv.

However, what, mayhap, I most adore about this piece (and there is so very, very much here, luv - I do not say that lightly or flippantly either. This material you deal with is nightmarish in nature as you know. Ah, luv, let me apologize now for this is going to be lengthy, but, really, you've outdone yourself here. I'll go back to this after I finish the thought I began prior to this digression. ;-p), what I most adore about this piece is this:

when she couldn’t put up with it anymore, she tapped into the
well of sorrow that every woman carries inside; those spiritual
waters. even the broken ones can brace up just enough courage
to walk away…


(There is an oriental philosophy that says a thing is more beautiful
when it’s been broken, & repaired;  a process of mending, called
Kintsukuroi.  I hope she finds it…)

You say so very much with this poem, luv: everything from addressing, aptly, the flimsinesses created by abusers for escalating violence to a deep appreciation for the worth of those broken and the potential for far, far more - not in spite of, oh no, carrying our scars right along with us, however they've been obtained.

Careful now, luv.

You become more appealing by the moment... ;-*

A few scars can be an asset.  I like a woman who's been around the block.  A little wear and tear is a turn on.

I love the way you can tell a story, a snapshot, of someone's life so eloquently....
when i read your words i don't want to know what happened before or after...all you've told me in that instant is all i need and desire to know...
you are an eloquent orator JF... :)
your subject matter of abuse is not savoury and for some reading this it may reinforce for them (because they are of that mindset) it is OK to abuse women...
even 'she' in your poem states its acceptable because she's a whore...but on the other hand it is reminder that this does happen in life...
your last stanza is amazing and such a strong statement of the strength women have...love it....

I like to repair things so I can break them again.
This is a good one.

I'm with Minerva John. I know it's fiction and well written, too but I can't claim to like it mate. Too negative for my tastes.

Johnny you are sick to the core I just love your mind and driven passion ,,, jesus help us all.
I think it touches on a generation still in effect, but most will not fess up or admit it's still like that today under closed doors!
Bravo I so love this raw and emotional release . you are the Man Johnny, this is written poetry top notch ! .
Jackie xoxoxox

Glad she walked away before she became "unrepairable". . .another beautiful write, JFeddeler. . .I'm impressed (as always). . .xoxo, Devlin;)

  Dig this one man, dig it... The narration is what draws me into a write the most, yours are always great, and straight up... It actually reminded me of conversations that have had at my court mandated Alcohol classes, all 36, and 36 again, each time man... And its true, sometimes need that final break to hit bottom before finally gettin around to re-fixin myself man... Take good care friend: wolf

The poets gift is not autobiography but parallax- and the girl gets a second chance from this demon dance, the subject does not. Everything else that's damaged gets stronger (except him).

And any work with the line: we holed up in a walk up apartment
Has me in knee deep in nostalgia

you tell the story in such real time visuals and it seems to impact your audience, but you got everyones attention...  Not all pictures are pretty and yet the couldn't stop..  

your storytelling still has me spellbound..
           CURTSY BOW TO YOU...

You don't need my praise. Look at what you have! It was dark and intimate. A harder side of sex that doesn't need a label.
~Stormi~

You are a beauty

Amazing that a man could have enough insight to write this:  "...when she couldn’t put up with it anymore, she tapped into the well of sorrow that every woman carries inside.."

But do all women have this inside?  I know one who has.

Good poetry  reflects life and all of it's darkest places. It stirrs things in all of us,wether it be good or bad.......
That's why it was so amazing